Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

At this time, on the other side, Fan He walked out of the house and stared at the tightly closed wooden door for a long time, with restraint and forbearance revealed in his eyes.

He raised his hand, clenched his fist and pressed it against the chilly jade wall. He frowned, exhaled deeply, closed his eyes and silently recited the Heart Cleansing Mantra.

There was a cool breeze under his fist, and Fan He felt his inner thoughts slowly calm down as the cool breeze entered his body. Suddenly, the accusation that the boy made when he turned and left appeared in his mind.

...changeable.

Fan He's long eyelashes trembled, and he suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the wooden house where Tong Xiyuan was. The anger in his eyes grew stronger and stronger, and suddenly he felt an urge to kill the monster who bullied his disciple.

a long distance away.

Inside the towering palace, blue flames burned on the stone walls on both sides. Someone came in cautiously with his head lowered, carrying a black wooden tray. On the wooden tray was a letter addressed to the Lord of the Nether Palace.

"Palace Master," the man said, "The Blood Demon Sect sent back a message that Liu Wushang said he is willing to lend a helping hand."

He lowered his head and looked at the dark stone on the ground, not daring to look at the dangerous man sitting on the high seat at the end of the long steps.

Their palace master was ruthless and had unfathomable strength. It took him only three months to gather all of these demon cultivators together to form the Netherworld Palace.

Now that the Nether Palace has suddenly risen, all major sects in the outside world are intentionally or unintentionally investigating the details of their sects, but so far no one knows the true identity of the master of the Nether Palace.

As the palace master's confidant, Youye had naturally seen this before. He was surprised at first, but now he has gotten used to it.

Not only does the Palace Master's name resemble that of the renowned Xuan Zhi Dao Zun, but his appearance is also as if they were cast in the same mold. Outsiders cannot tell who is the real one.

The only difference is that the Palace Master is reckless and likes to wear black clothes, under the pretext that blood does not make him look dirty.

As for the mysterious Taoist master, Youye recalled while holding the wooden tray. It was said that he was always in seclusion, and occasionally he was seen in the form of an immortal in white clothes. The righteous people admired him very much, but they, the demon cultivators, only thought that he was sanctimonious and not as arrogant and domineering as their hall master, who was unrestrained and free and easy.

You Ye was deep in thought while holding the wooden tray. Suddenly, something hit his forehead. He quickly came to his senses and knelt down, "Palace Master, please forgive me."

"It's okay." Fan He tossed the remaining nuts in his hand, put one into his mouth, chewed it and asked, "What did Liu Wushang write in the letter? Read it."

You Ye glanced at him, and from his casual movements, he realized that the Palace Master had been in a good mood in recent days. He opened the letter and read it, saying, "Liu Wushang said that the Blood Evil Sect plans to set a trap near the Changyou River to lure the Lingxiao Sect disciples there, and take the opportunity to kill several powerful Lingxiao Sect disciples to make some foolproof plans for the next plan. In the letter, he asked you if we in the Netherworld Palace want to join them this time."

Fan He sneered, raised one leg and put it on the high chair, supported his head with one hand and said: "It's just a small fight, is it worth the Netherworld Palace to take action?"

Youye understood, folded the letter and put it away, then bowed and said, "Then I will withdraw first."

"Well," Fan He lowered his eyes, raised the corners of his eyes, and called him again, "How is Lingxiao Sect today?"

You Ye followed his instructions and paid close attention to every move of Ling Xiao Sect. Hearing this, he replied, "Today, Dao Zun Xuanzhi held a ceremony to accept disciples. His only true disciple is named Tong Xiyuan. There were many people at the time, so I didn't dare to approach him. I only saw that the disciple looked good, but his cultivation was still low. In addition, other sects went in person to present gifts to please Dao Zun Xuanzhi."

Fan He lowered his gaze again, half-closed his eyes and asked, "Did Dao Zun Xuan give anything to his disciple?"

You Ye recalled and shook his head, "I didn't see it during the ceremony, but when the disciple was kneeling, Xuan Zhi Dao Zun stopped him. Everyone else said that this disciple had a special status in Xuan Zhi Dao Zun's heart."

Fan He laughed muffledly, thinking that it was quite unusual. Thinking about the other party day and night actually made his strength increase a lot.

He was born with evil thoughts, but the hypocrite Xuan Zhi Dao Zun insisted on practicing the ruthless way to expel all the evil thoughts in his heart and soul. As an evil thought, Fan He had no one to watch over and suppress it, and he cultivated his own body consciousness in a few years.

They were originally one, but now...

Fan He's eyes darkened a little. He had to implement his plan as soon as possible. After devouring that hypocrite, Tong Xiyuan would be his alone.

***

In the blink of an eye, a few days passed and they were at Xuantian Sword Mountain.

Tong Xiyuan just ignored them and practiced diligently with the newly named Qingshuang Sword. Occasionally, he would take time to care about the emotional state of the two protagonists. His life was extremely fulfilling.

As for some unknown reason, Xuan Zhi Dao Zun himself changed the house with a wave of his hand, turning the originally cold house into a wooden house similar to Tong Xiyuan's, and then hid in the house to practice in seclusion.

This day.

It is the day when Master Changyun, the master of Lingjian Peak, returns.

The disciples of the sect all know that Master Changyun loves to go down the mountain to travel. Although he looks stern and unapproachable, he is actually a kind-hearted person. Whenever he goes down the mountain, he will rescue many ordinary people who are suffering. He is the living signboard of their Lingxiao Sect outside.

Tong Xiyuan almost became the other party's disciple, which was also a fate, so he was taken to the main peak by Lu Zhihan and Liu Qingji to meet them.

Inside the hall, Master Changyun was frowning with a worried look on his face, and said to the headmaster and others: "During this trip, I actually discovered many demonic cultivators!"

"Demon cultivators?" The head of the sect was surprised. "Except for our Lingxiao Sect, people from other sects are also clearing out and suppressing them everywhere. How come there are so many?"

Master Changyun shook his head, "I don't know, but those monsters have high cultivation levels. I encountered one that day and it took me a whole cup of tea to subdue him."

You know, with his cultivation level, he would usually defeat those demon cultivators with one strike. This time, the short struggle was already a huge matter in the eyes of True Man Changyun.

The faces of the head and others also became much gloomier. They looked at each other and saw a hint of heaviness in each other's eyes.

Master Shan Yuan shook his head and sighed, "It seems that the power of those demon cultivators has grown again. I wonder if there is someone helping them behind the scenes."

The head of the sect pondered for a moment and said, "We need to investigate this matter further, but we must inform the Master first. We cannot allow a disaster like the one that happened a thousand years ago to happen again."

He was talking about the catastrophe that happened 1,500 years ago when the Demon Lord and a group of demon cultivators suppressed the righteous path and the immortal cultivation world lost two seniors who were about to ascend to heaven before it could be quelled.

As they were talking, Tong Xiyuan and three others arrived.

The headmaster's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked, "Junior Brother Tong, has the Taoist Master been in seclusion recently?"

Tong Xiyuan thought about it and said, "No."

Although Fan He avoided him, Tong Xiyuan could often feel the close gaze behind him when he practiced sword in the yard.

He seems to be so leisurely and relaxed, it doesn't look like he's in a serious retreat at all.

The head of the sect said: "Okay, then we will follow you into the mountain immediately. We have important matters to report to you, Master."

Tong Xiyuan had no choice but to take everyone there, but when they opened the door, there was no one inside.